Flee to my mind
If you must unwind.
I will bide your time
If my presence is not a crime.
As each day passes,
The desire for you swells.
I will unfurl myself to you,
As implore, you will, anew,
Dabbling in the absurd and the unheard.
If thoughts exist solely of me,
So, too, should you be.
Venerate me, sweetheart,
With your utter miracle of art.
Worry for others is parasitic,
However, toward your worry I am epiphytic.
I will loom behind your shoulder
And be your admiring beholder.
I bid you goodnight,
My love and my light.
"A Lover's Paradise"
Gretchen Taylor
Where is the seamstress who has woven us together by fate?
Shall she bound the world's upheaval with gyrate.
I will pleat the feathers of your mind--
Whatever shall I find?
Serenity encases the fugacious thoughts,
As an ephemeral breeze passes through your ear canal.
You baptize with your emotional enunciation,
Dutifully inept of resistant annunciation.
A glistering pearl of perfection,
You are my natural selection.
Love may be a precarious please,
And your pain shall I appease.
As long as your care does conceive,
Do me the honor
And never leave?
I will exterminate to waste
Those who act, toward you, a disgrace.
Artwork: R. Malik